A blood donation center isn't exactly the sexiest place in the world. Fluorescent lighting, old chairs and of course the needles. (Not fun.) On the upside, the staff always come up with creative decorations for the holidays. Plus, they have snacks (of several varieties.)

It's a bit of an unwritten truth of the world that people look good in scrubs. Whether it's the air of authority they wield or the way the material makes everybody's ass look amazing, there's something about them that gets people curious and Alex was no exception. He was a regular donor at his local center and had an easy, friendly rapport with the staff, several of whom were rather attractive young ladies. Alex was a married man, so he would never say anything to make them uncomfortable or do anything inappropriate, but there was nothing wrong with looking.

Right?

The week before Christmas, he sat in one of the old armchairs, squeezing a rubber ball to maintain his draw pressure when Yasmin, one of the technicians, came by to check on his progress. While they chatted and she looked over the numbers, his eyes were inevitably drawn to her chest. The way the thin material clung to her body always grabbed his attention. So much so that he didn't realize at first that he had missed a question. To his horror, he glanced back up at Yasmin's face to see that she had caught him in the act.

He opened his mouth, hoping something would come to him, but there was no such luck. He closed his mouth, wishing he could sink through the back of the chair.

"Everything seems to be good over here," she said, a sly smirk on her lips. "I'll come back in a bit."

Alex breathed a sigh of relief as she turned and walked away, but he could almost swear that there was just a little extra sway to her hips as she did. Wishful thinking, he told himself.

A short while later, Yasmin returned with a bottle of water. As Alex started to thank her, the dark-haired beauty silenced him with a mysterious look in her eyes. The facility was practically empty at that time of day and the other technicians were nowhere to be seen.

(Side note: they really need donations, especially around the holidays. Go help out, guys. It's like an hour of your time. Okay, back to the plot.)

Yasmin slowly cupped one of her heavy breasts over her scrubs and squeezed. Alex's eyes almost popped out of his head as he spared one glance around the room before returning, transfixed, to the woman before him.

He didn't dare speak, lest he ruin the moment and instead felt his free hand instinctively grasp himself through his jeans. Yasmin's dark eyes glittered with a mischievous look.

"Make sure to keep those gentle squeezes going," she murmured, cocking an eyebrow towards his other hand. Leaning down with the excuse of checking his tubing, Yasmin replaced the ball in Alex's hand with her plump breast. "Gentle squeezes," she whispered.

He was more than happy to comply, squeezing the soft tit in one hand and his hard cock in the other. Alex could feel the precum starting to leak out already. This is crazy, he thought. I should stop this. But still, the gentle squeezes continued, even becoming a bit less gentle. Yasmin sighed, the ghost of a coy smile playing across her lips. The sound only spurred Alex on, the rubbing of his other hand accelerating against the needy bulge in his jeans. He didn't know what his face looked like in that period of agonizing bliss (honestly... probably for the best), but he felt himself getting hotter and knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Under the guise of adjusting the cushion under his arm, Yasmin's hand brushed against his thigh, grazing over the hand desperately squeezing his throbbing cock. "Almost there now," she whispered. "Just a little more." Throwing one haphazard glance over her shoulder, she suddenly brushed his hand aside and placed a death grip on his now painful erection, pumping it with a vengeance. "Now," she growled through clenched teeth, her eyes flashing with lust. That was all it took as Alex's head slammed back against the headrest and he hissed through one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

One, two, five, he lost count of the spurts he released into his boxers as Yasmin wrung him out. His vision blurred and for a few moments, all he could hear (besides his pulse pounding through his temples) was a high-pitched ringing. When his senses returned, Yasmin was closing off the tubes and powering down the machine. A free t-shirt sat across his lap, hiding was must have been a mess seeping through his pants.

"Great job today," she said casually. The stunning technician bandaged and wrapped his arm like any other day, reminding him to take it easy for the next twenty-four hours. And then she was gone, attending to other duties as Alex slowly gathered his wits and his dignity and walked (carefully) out the door.

It really is the most wonderful time of the year, he thought with a dopey grin.